Threats

Denise rubbed her hands together, her nervousness causing her palms to sweat profusely against each other. Children were running around, people were passing and others were chatting amongst themselves, but she was the only one who stood to the side, not knowing what to do. She had wanted to meet the pack members properly and greet them, so they’d know that she was friendly despite what her aggressive wolf made her out to be, but now that she was outside, she felt like closing up like a clam. She was so out of place. Why did she allow herself to part ways with those two?

Nervously, she took hesitant steps forward, passing by a woman who looked her up and down suspiciously. Gathering up her courage, Denise turned to her and waved briefly, swallowing when she did not return the gesture. “H-Hello. I-I’m Denise.” She stretched out her hand, but the woman looked down at it and sniffed. Then, her eyes widened in dread.

“Y-You…!” In an instant, she jumped off the log she was sitting on and